Princess Alex's Punishment: A School Girl Fart Slave's POV
The video was aptly titled, for Princess Alex's detention with me was nothing short of a living nightmare. She sat across from me, her perfect features tainted by the smirk that never seemed to leave her lips. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, and it wasn't just from her anger towards me. Alex was one of those girls who constantly had gas, and this detention seemed to be doing little to tame her buried treasure.
As the video recorded our every move, I watched as Alex leaned over the desk, her plump behind pressed against the surface. Her fingers played with the buttons on my shirt, causing me to squirm uncomfortably. Suddenly, she let out a long, loud fart that echoed through the empty classroom. The stench was overpowering, and yet I couldn't look away.
"Do you like that?" she asked with a sultry smile. "Smelling my stinky farts is just another privilege you get for being my fart slave."
I could feel the warmth of her breath against my neck as she whispered those words in my ear. My heart raced as I tried to understand what kind of twisted game she was playing. But before I could contemplate an escape plan, she leaned back in her chair, her ample thighs spreading apart slightly.
"You know what else you can do for me, fart slave?" she purred, her voice taking on a seductive tone. "You can eat my food."
She reached into her backpack and pulled out a bag of chips, holding them out to me with a mischievous grin. I hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes told me that refusing was not an option. Reluctantly, I took the bag from her and began to munch away. As I chewed, I could feel the familiar gurgling sensation in my stomach, and I knew what was coming next.
Sure enough, within minutes, I felt a hot rush of air against my neck. Princess Alex's fart engulfed me, and I tried to hold my breath. But she didn't seem to mind; in fact, she seemed to enjoy it. As the video continued to roll, I watched in horror as she let out fart after fart, each one more potent than the last.
By the end of detention, I was dizzy from the noxious gas that surrounded us. Princess Alex stood up, smoothing out her skirt as she stretched. She sauntered over to the window, her plump behind wiggling slightly as she reached up to open the blinds. A cool breeze wafted through the room, carrying with it the lingering scent of her farts.
With one last smirk, she turned to face the camera. "Remember, fart slave," she said, an eerie calm settling over her features. "You're lucky to be near me. Now go tell everyone how much you enjoy being my gas-filled little toy."
As she walked away, leaving me alone in the classroom, I wondered how on earth I was going to explain this to anyone. But one thing was certain: I wouldn't be forgetting this detention—or Princess Alex—anytime soon.
